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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Seventeen)

This part is short, I know, but bear with me, next week it will be longer.  🙂


I gazed out at the River Trent, its waters creating a calm melody that hummed in my ears. Locksley was just over the rise, yet I couldn’t go there, not yet. Six years. Six years of pent up emotions and yes, regret. How stubborn my father had been, but had the years softened him? Would he ask about Scarborough? Could I even enter the village? The thought of the letter of Outlawry my father possessed infuriated me as much as it made me uneasy this close to Locksley. I shook my head, the suborn old man. He had told me I gave him little choice, he said it was for the good of the family. I clenched my fists,

“Not the whole family father,” I whispered.

“What?” William looked up from where he sat munching a noonday snack.

“Nothing,” I sat down beside him, stretching out my stiff leg. “We should wait for night fall before we go in. I don’t want to take the chance that someone would recognize me.”

“Where do we stay until then? If you’re worried about being seen, then sitting here out in the open…”

“We’ll go into the Peak Forest,” I answered cutting him off.

“Sherwood? I suppose that would be the best place.”

I looked out across the land. The Royal Forest of the Peak loomed like a great green fortress ahead, waiting for someone to stumble into her net. A thrill of excitement ran up my spine at the site of the great wood. It had been to long since I found myself under its protective eaves.

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  1. Daniel

     /  March 8, 2010

    Sherwood!! 😀

  2. Garret Maytum

     /  March 8, 2010

    I like it!!!! 🙂


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